A is for apple. The kind I’m supposed to eat to keep the doctor away. And, you know, for vitamins and stuff.
A is for Apple, the kind I should be cutting down on instead of adding to an already-too-large collection.
A is for the aroma of freshly chopped garlic.
A is for the anxiety I feel every time I stare at a blank screen and a blinking cursor.
A is for the apprehension I felt about starting a new job after almost a year of unemployment.
A is for Arya Stark, my favourite Game of Thrones character.
A is for adventure, something I want, but don’t know how to make happen in my life.
A is for abalone, which, until very recently, I thought was a type of mushroom, but which is actually a sea creature with blue blood.
A is for ABC, the Australian TV network I do most of my work these days for.
A is for arrogance, which I’m finding more and more difficult to tolerate in the people around me.
A is for annoyances, of which I have far too many to lead a peaceful life.
A is for aluminium, a word I love getting people to write in their handwriting, because it always looks funny.
A is for animated movies, which I adore more than any child could.
A is for The As, a group of important people in my life whose names, like mine, all start with the letter A.
A is for the afternoons, which I wish didn’t need to turn into evenings.
A is for alone, something I find myself wanting to be a lot more than I ever did when I was younger.
A is for alot, a word I wish my students knew is not actually a word.
A is for afraid, which is what I am of lizards and other stuff like the future and unknown things in life. But mostly lizards.
A is for art, which is truly all around us.
A is for the amazement I feel at so many things all the time. We live in a miraculous world.
A is for the ability to come up with decent endings for my posts, a quality I sorely lack.
A is for absolutely anything and everything.